CUCKOLDED BY AN OLD, DOMINANT MALE (Part 3) by Fourandahalf
After that we left the beach and went back to our motel. Although we were polite to each other we hardly spoke. It was two to three hours after the incident that we were lying up on the bed reading and I reached out and touched her breast. That was all it took, within minutes we were fucking each other senseless. It was the best sex of our marriage, well the best I had given her. Even as I was fucking her a little voice inside me was pointing out how much better the old guy had been at it, how she had been totally uninhibited with him, how she had one orgasm after another with him. The best fuck of our marriage and compared to the old guy I probably scored a three out of ten. It really drove home how sexually pathetic I was and again I was close to tears.
Lying quietly stroking each other afterwards we discussed what had happened on the beach. She explained that by keeping her eyes shut she could try and pretend that it was a fantasy I was making up. Although she hadn't seen him until he was rubbing her breasts and she had opened her eyes, she could tell it was real. She said that my voice was cracking with emotion and when she put her hand on my chest she really had worried about me having a heart attack, my pulse rate was so high. It was the fact I was so excited that made her decide not to try and stop it.
She said that by the time he touched her breasts she was so turned on that it didn't matter what he looked like and that when she opened her eyes and found a big old man with a such a hard cock it was actually more exciting than if he had been younger and more attractive. From the moment she saw him she knew he was going to use her, she could see it in his face. The fact that he was so big, both physically and sexually, made it seem natural for her to please him. She said that if she had met him anyplace else she would never have looked at him but I had done such a good job of slowly arousing her until she was wet and slippery that she was desperate to be fucked. Maybe if I had been hard it would have been different, I could have fucked her instead of him, but my kneeling off to one side and not having an erection when he was so big and hard made it clear that I wanted him to take control. She could tell from my face that I wanted him to fuck her. At the very beginning she decided that if I wanted to stop it, I would do something about it. The fact that I never said a word, that I persisted in stroking her while he moved closer, that I knelt off to one side so he could have sole access to her, proved that I wanted it to happen. I sat silent, unable to deny any of it.
After a few minutes I asked her why she hadn't been surprised by the size of his cock. She hesitated and said that it was a long time since she had touched one that big. Something about how she said it didn't ring true so I asked her about the size of her boyfriend's and the other men she had known before she met me. She explained that some of them had been the size of the old man, some bigger, some smaller. Some had lasted five to ten minutes, some had lasted half an hour. The fact that I was smaller than all of them and didn't last more than a minute or two hadn't bothered her, she had married me because she loved me and enjoyed being with me. They had all been great at sex but that was it. She said that maybe it was because the guy was so big and old and there was no emotional attachment that she had relaxed and allowed it to happen and yes, it had been good to feel a big cock inside her again but that she would never have cheated on me to get it. She loved me more than she loved sex. It was the circumstances, hot, undressed, me being there, keeping her eyes closed, being excited, looking at me, realising how much I wanted the old guy to fuck her. Everything was just right for it. She'd realised there was a risk of getting pregnant but by that stage she was so excited and desperate that she didn't care. She decided that I could be the one to worry about it.
With Joan having been so honest about it all I admitted that I had been excited by the sight of him naked and by the size of his cock and had felt utterly helpless and unable to do or resist anything. I told her how I had wanted to kneel at his feet and lick his cock when I saw it come out of her, all wet and sticky. I said that it had been a shock as I had never thought of such a thing before but I couldn't help it. Even as I spoke I realised how it would have looked, the humiliation of me kneeling there, thanking the old man for satisfying Joan by licking him clean while Joan watched. Just the thought of it made me hard again and I could hardly look at Joan. I was so embarrassed by the truth of my desire, how obvious it was to my wife. It was ridiculous, I couldn't get an erection to satisfy her on the beach but I became hard as soon as I thought about licking him clean while she watched. The weird thing was that the submissive feelings and desires I had didn't feel like they were just because of the size of my penis or that I was sexually inadequate, it was also like I had been born that way. Kneeling before another male felt like it would have been completely natural. Looking back I realise there is nothing I wouldn't have done for him. Lick his ass, allow myself to be spanked, anything. I was a submissive, one who would automatically obey an alpha male, and I hadn't known it.
As I said, I was hard again so I put my cock back inside her and we lay quietly, kissing and caressing each other for a long time. We had learned a lot about each other and I think we were trying to get used to it. Strangely, the knowledge only increased the bond between us. I am sure we were both thinking about the possibility of her being pregnant although we didn't talk about it. A couple of weeks later her period came and settled the issue.
It was a year before we went back to the beach. We'd had another set of experiences by then so we were more relaxed when the old guy moved in on us. The only change was that Joan insisted on him using a condom. He got sand all over the first one and put his finger through the second. With only one condom left I picked up a towel and gently brushed the sand from his erection. Then, with both of them watching me, I took the other condom from the packet and rolled it onto him. He positioned himself over her but his hands were all sand and he couldn't reach down and guide his cock in. I saw the problem and without even thinking about it I put my hand between his legs from the back and, gripping it, guided it into my wife's pussy. The strange thing was, none of us spoke while I was doing this. It was only our second meeting yet we had achieved a complete understanding. I doubt many people would understand, but it felt more natural reaching between his legs and guiding him into my wife than putting my own cock in.
No, I didn't lick him afterwards. Because of the condom, the desire wasn't there although on a later encounter when he had masturbated over her breasts I had no hesitation in accepting my wife's invitation to lick them clean while he watched. And no, I never fucked her on the beach. We had an unspoken understanding that while on the beach, she was his.
Wimp, sissy, cuckold, bi submissive masochist, whatever tag is applied doesn't matter. The only thing that upsets me is that I was thirty eight before the above happened. That and the fact that it took me another eight years to accept that both physically and pysochologically I have always been a sexual weenie. That I am happier serving and obeying real men than trying to be one myself.
And it still rates as the best experience of my life.
After that we left the beach and went back to our motel. Although we were polite to each other we hardly spoke. It was two to three hours after the incident that we were lying up on the bed reading and I reached out and touched her breast. That was all it took, within minutes we were fucking each other senseless. It was the best sex of our marriage, well the best I had given her. Even as I was fucking her a little voice inside me was pointing out how much better the old guy had been at it, how she had been totally uninhibited with him, how she had one orgasm after another with him. The best fuck of our marriage and compared to the old guy I probably scored a three out of ten. It really drove home how sexually pathetic I was and again I was close to tears.
Lying quietly stroking each other afterwards we discussed what had happened on the beach. She explained that by keeping her eyes shut she could try and pretend that it was a fantasy I was making up. Although she hadn't seen him until he was rubbing her breasts and she had opened her eyes, she could tell it was real. She said that my voice was cracking with emotion and when she put her hand on my chest she really had worried about me having a heart attack, my pulse rate was so high. It was the fact I was so excited that made her decide not to try and stop it.
She said that by the time he touched her breasts she was so turned on that it didn't matter what he looked like and that when she opened her eyes and found a big old man with a such a hard cock it was actually more exciting than if he had been younger and more attractive. From the moment she saw him she knew he was going to use her, she could see it in his face. The fact that he was so big, both physically and sexually, made it seem natural for her to please him. She said that if she had met him anyplace else she would never have looked at him but I had done such a good job of slowly arousing her until she was wet and slippery that she was desperate to be fucked. Maybe if I had been hard it would have been different, I could have fucked her instead of him, but my kneeling off to one side and not having an erection when he was so big and hard made it clear that I wanted him to take control. She could tell from my face that I wanted him to fuck her. At the very beginning she decided that if I wanted to stop it, I would do something about it. The fact that I never said a word, that I persisted in stroking her while he moved closer, that I knelt off to one side so he could have sole access to her, proved that I wanted it to happen. I sat silent, unable to deny any of it.
After a few minutes I asked her why she hadn't been surprised by the size of his cock. She hesitated and said that it was a long time since she had touched one that big. Something about how she said it didn't ring true so I asked her about the size of her boyfriend's and the other men she had known before she met me. She explained that some of them had been the size of the old man, some bigger, some smaller. Some had lasted five to ten minutes, some had lasted half an hour. The fact that I was smaller than all of them and didn't last more than a minute or two hadn't bothered her, she had married me because she loved me and enjoyed being with me. They had all been great at sex but that was it. She said that maybe it was because the guy was so big and old and there was no emotional attachment that she had relaxed and allowed it to happen and yes, it had been good to feel a big cock inside her again but that she would never have cheated on me to get it. She loved me more than she loved sex. It was the circumstances, hot, undressed, me being there, keeping her eyes closed, being excited, looking at me, realising how much I wanted the old guy to fuck her. Everything was just right for it. She'd realised there was a risk of getting pregnant but by that stage she was so excited and desperate that she didn't care. She decided that I could be the one to worry about it.
With Joan having been so honest about it all I admitted that I had been excited by the sight of him naked and by the size of his cock and had felt utterly helpless and unable to do or resist anything. I told her how I had wanted to kneel at his feet and lick his cock when I saw it come out of her, all wet and sticky. I said that it had been a shock as I had never thought of such a thing before but I couldn't help it. Even as I spoke I realised how it would have looked, the humiliation of me kneeling there, thanking the old man for satisfying Joan by licking him clean while Joan watched. Just the thought of it made me hard again and I could hardly look at Joan. I was so embarrassed by the truth of my desire, how obvious it was to my wife. It was ridiculous, I couldn't get an erection to satisfy her on the beach but I became hard as soon as I thought about licking him clean while she watched. The weird thing was that the submissive feelings and desires I had didn't feel like they were just because of the size of my penis or that I was sexually inadequate, it was also like I had been born that way. Kneeling before another male felt like it would have been completely natural. Looking back I realise there is nothing I wouldn't have done for him. Lick his ass, allow myself to be spanked, anything. I was a submissive, one who would automatically obey an alpha male, and I hadn't known it.
As I said, I was hard again so I put my cock back inside her and we lay quietly, kissing and caressing each other for a long time. We had learned a lot about each other and I think we were trying to get used to it. Strangely, the knowledge only increased the bond between us. I am sure we were both thinking about the possibility of her being pregnant although we didn't talk about it. A couple of weeks later her period came and settled the issue.
It was a year before we went back to the beach. We'd had another set of experiences by then so we were more relaxed when the old guy moved in on us. The only change was that Joan insisted on him using a condom. He got sand all over the first one and put his finger through the second. With only one condom left I picked up a towel and gently brushed the sand from his erection. Then, with both of them watching me, I took the other condom from the packet and rolled it onto him. He positioned himself over her but his hands were all sand and he couldn't reach down and guide his cock in. I saw the problem and without even thinking about it I put my hand between his legs from the back and, gripping it, guided it into my wife's pussy. The strange thing was, none of us spoke while I was doing this. It was only our second meeting yet we had achieved a complete understanding. I doubt many people would understand, but it felt more natural reaching between his legs and guiding him into my wife than putting my own cock in.
No, I didn't lick him afterwards. Because of the condom, the desire wasn't there although on a later encounter when he had masturbated over her breasts I had no hesitation in accepting my wife's invitation to lick them clean while he watched. And no, I never fucked her on the beach. We had an unspoken understanding that while on the beach, she was his.
Wimp, sissy, cuckold, bi submissive masochist, whatever tag is applied doesn't matter. The only thing that upsets me is that I was thirty eight before the above happened. That and the fact that it took me another eight years to accept that both physically and pysochologically I have always been a sexual weenie. That I am happier serving and obeying real men than trying to be one myself.
And it still rates as the best experience of my life.
